Windows

My mountain is a mole hill

I burn flames on my window sill

Windmills spin, blowing wind

My mind morphs, melds, melts

Into space, color, fusion, shapes

Rainbows, games, gays, fades, and fakes

I see the stars, I see the stars

Start again, sail through life on waves of sin

My lisp is gone and I begin again

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